He knew it would definitely exist.

Especially Fang Che's last words directly penetrated deep into his heart: This kind of civil strife in the Feng family has definitely happened before!

This sentence kills with one blow!

Feng Han frowned and sighed deeply.

He was not sighing for the Feng family, but for himself. The days of concentrating on martial arts and only spending all his time doing one thing... I'm afraid it is really gone forever.

"I'm so worried!"

Feng Han sighed and suddenly wanted to drink.

"Xingmang, aren't you busy?"

Fang Che smiled bitterly: "Junior is not busy."

I am so busy that I can only say that I am not busy.

"It's better not to be busy."

Feng Han almost cried: "Since you are not busy, you must have a drink with me today!"

"This junior wants what he wants!"

Fang Che immediately agreed and looked "very excited and honored".

In fact, I was already cursed in my heart.

Who has time to drink with you?

But after Fang Che calmed down, he also knew that this was a God-given opportunity. An opportunity to truly understand the Feng family, the first family of the Solipsistic Orthodox Church!

Fang Che expected that Feng Han was quite normal when he first started drinking.

But after drinking a jar of wine, I felt drunk, and I couldn't control myself, so I started talking more and more.

Fang Che listened silently.

It can be clearly felt that although Master Feng Han is not a talkative person, he has been depressed for such a long time and has no one to talk to, which is quite frustrating.

That kind of 'melancholy of wealth' and 'the grievance of a child of a big family' is actually something I have been holding back.

There is really no one in the Feng family to complain about what he considers to be "bitter water".

When your wife dies, do you complain to your children? Do you complain to your father? Do you complain to your brothers?

Neither can.

And they can't feel the same way.

It's even worse to complain to your subordinates, because they don't understand: You are more noble than the prince, so why are you sad? Why are you melancholy? What are you unhappy with?

In fact, Feng Han is also very lonely.

Now I encountered such a star.

Deputy Chief Master Yan valued him, and his son Feng Yun and Feng Xing fought hard to win over him. He saw things very clearly, his thinking was very clear, and he had a good grasp of the world of people at the lower level.

And...there is no subordinate relationship with myself.

And he also knows a little bit about his own family.

It can be said that he is a natural person to chat with and a standard emotional trash can.

Therefore, Feng Han naturally cherished this rare opportunity and felt a huge pain in his chest.

"Big families have the same hardships as big families. You may feel that children of big families have stood at the end of other people's struggles since they were young...how happy it is, but in fact, it is different."

Feng Han held the wine glass with a melancholy look on his face.

Fang Che had a look of approval on his face, and his heart was full of disapproval.

"The big family... is so ugly!"

Feng Han chuckled: "My wife died in Rui Qianshan's hands. Yes, this is a fact. It is true that my father-in-law, his whole family, and my wife died in Rui Qianshan's hands, but is the culprit really Rui Qianshan?

"

"How could it be so easy for my father-in-law and his entire family, including my wife, to die? How much calculation was required?"

Feng Han laughed miserably and said: "Rui Qianshan is awesome, but so what? They can't beat them, and then they have to run under the sword? What's the point of this?"

"There's something fishy about this. I want to find out what's wrong? The result...hehe..."

"All kinds of resistance, even resistance from my father..."

Feng Han smiled faintly: "The children are still young, so I can only walk away and openly say that Rui Qianshan can't kill anyone except me! But... hehe."

"Why……"

Feng Han sighed.

He raised his glass and drank several glasses of wine in a row.

He stopped talking.

Fang Chezheng was listening with great interest. He was really interested in this matter, and he was sure that it was true. He was already planning in his mind what he could do in this matter and what articles the Guardian could do.

Already.

As a result, Feng Han stopped talking.

If he didn't tell him, it would be impossible to ask about Fang Che's current status.

I could only pour the wine in silence.

Fang Che knew one thing deeply: for some things, you can only wait for the person concerned to say it himself. After finally opening the conversation, he might stop talking when you ask.

"Yun'er doesn't understand me. Hey, although he is very talented and thoughtful, it's obviously not enough for him to fight with those old foxes."

Feng Han said silently: "Before they take flight, the risk of dying... is too great."
Chapter completed!